i wrote this about a friend of mine who passed away several months ago of a drug overdose. i know i'm not a writer, but somehow it felt very cathartic to put this down on paper. this is the first in a series of 4 poems. i miss you, tripp.
Firm grasps to dead grass
for fear of falling off this earth.
I double down, too far.
Your presence, much bigger than mine, in
size & vibe.
Your vapor, left me with nothing but rooms to fill.
You drove me on & let me down.
Names pout from my mouth like signal flares,
a whispered triad in time with white noises
of sweet fetal sleep in tandem.
Memories mist-drift to that last night. I kissed you.
I showed you my bruises.
You showed me your scars.
Stay with me in that place,
2 battered hearts strung together
with twine & wine-laced pirate cups.
i love you, ya ass. see you on the other side :)
love. sb
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